When stagnant waters ripple.

 

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When it’s time.

When life beats once again and the

stagnant waters begin again to ripple,

will you tell me or will you creep away

one, word, at, a time.

Will you whisper beneath the glowing moon,

breathe words of regret onto the blank page,

editing away all traces of emotions or

perhaps editing them in to fill the emptiness of the stage.

When we are left only with the last letters of

saving face will you fall back into the shadows

to avoid the harshness of reality.

When my time arrives will you lay upon the

page the tale of our time,

the thoughts you never shared the darkness you never bared.

Will you tell me that I mattered,

would you utter least this lie,

tell me I was something,

a lonesome cloud in the sky.

Will you leave without regret never turn around.

Look into the darkness and think of what you found.

When the time has come upon us

when you know the time is right,

when courage has befriended you,

will you at least bid me a heartfelt good night.

Karen Hayward ©2016 image and words.

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